Broken Glass - Fobee

I’m here in the space you made

Flickering lights that begin to fade

Just fold back the page

And watch the words tumble loud

So who can I blame?

When I know that it runs the same

I singled you out

It’s a feeling I can’t explain

The needle picks up and goes

Back to the start it knows

The familiar tone

That spirals out here alone

And who might I’d lying

So I’m trapped by my own design

I can read all those pictures now

Then I’m changed by the thoughts somehow

Broken glass lies under my feet and I can’t come home…

Broken glasses — I plan my retreat so I can’t come home…

Broken glass lies under my feet and I can’t come home…

Broken glasses — I plan my retreat so I can’t come home…